She walks in proud,
With her neck high,
                Just like a mountain peak...

She walks swiftly,
Just like the waves,
Taking away many hearts,
With her heartbeat going up-&-down,
             Hiding it from all others that
                                         she's weak...

She,
The one known for proud,
Is the one filled inside with insecurities & doubt!
She,
The one notorious for proud,
In loneliness cries aloud!
She,
The one who is said the definition of beauty,
     & idol of proud,
Just wear the mask of being happy,
She hides her ugliness inside,

She,
The one who's thought to be the mistress of proud,
Is filled up with insecurities & doubt,

She,
The one surrounded by a thousand friends,
Is the one who cries every moment,
But to be happy she always pretends...

She,
The Princess of silence,
Holds the volcanoes inside...